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Camila yawned tiredly as she worked on a sketch. So many papers were on her desk, and more were still coming. Her phone rang; it was her mother, and she quickly answered, having not spoken to her in so long.
"Camila, my dear, how have you been?" Sofia asked from the other end.
"I'm good," Camila replied, squeezing another piece of paper and throwing it on the floor.
"How is marriage treating you? I hope Alejandro isn't giving you a hard time?" Sofia asked worriedly.
"He is giving me hell, and I hate it here," Camila wanted to tell her mother, but she kept it to herself for reasons she couldn't explain.
"Everything is fine, Mom. How is Dad doing? I hope he's not falling sick again?" Camila asked about her father.
Sofia sighed.
"Mom?" Camila called again.
"He's sick, Cami. He co
